After the war to gain Mithral Hall, Drizzt Do'Urden travels from the Halls when he sees smoke from a campfire. When he finds the source, it changes his views on female drow forever. I tried my best to try to keep the the characters in ...character. .

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Chapter VIII

Fonwocket lead his group to
Menzoberranzan, following the the female mage.
Glimmil grumbled, he didn't trust the drow and stayed as far
as possible from the dark elves. Which was not an easy task, the drow
had them surrounded. The female drow lead them to the most remote
part of the city, past all of the houses. Fonwockett saw old and
abandoned temples that were once used to worship the Spider Queen. He
hurried forward so he could speak with the female.

"M'lady, may I have a
word with you?" She turned and glanced at him. "Why are we not
going to your house?"

"My house no longer
exists, it was destroyed sixty years ago by, the now destroyed, House
Do'Urden." A malicious gleam in her eye appeared as she thought of
the downfall of Matron Malice and her repulsive daughters. Fonwockett
mentally sighed. He did not wish to make alliances with a mere
powerless renegade.

"I am truly sorry m'lady.
But, if you do not belong to a House, then, where are you taking us?"

"To go see a friend."

"And can your friend help
us?"

"He has about as much
power as Matron Baen're herself."

Glimmil stroked his bead
and pulled Fonwockett back in the group to talk to him. "I don'
trust these durned drow elves, Fonwockett. Why did we have to go an'
ask for their help?" He tried to be as quiet as he could, but to no
avail. All of the druegar around them plus many drow heard the loud
creature.

"You have nothing to
fear, my friend. We can trust them."

Glimmil gave a "Harumph!"
and went back to stroking his beard as they walked into an old
temple, coming to a door. A drow stepped forward and knocked in a
certain order. The door opened a crack, and only a pair of eye's was
seen, then the door opened enough for them to walk in.

"Lady Laelolin, we were
not expecting you for another tendays." The drow at the door said,
leaning on the door frame.

"Are you going to let me
through Durdyn, or are you going to make me move you?" Laelolin
calmly said. He quickly stepped back; Laelolin promptly walking in,
the druegar and drow following.

Laelolin motioned for the
group to wait, and she walked into the other room. The drow guarding
the druegar dissipated. Fonwockett looked around the abandoned
temple. There were dozens of drow, mostly males, talking to each
other, sleeping, helping their wounded comrades, or staring
strangely at the druegar. The few females
he saw were in little groups together, whispering, occasionally
looking over their shoulders at them.

"Keep together, we don't
know what they be planning about." Glimmil told all the dark
dwarves around them. None seemed to object.

Laelolin walked up to yet
another guarded door. She looked up at the males. "I need to see
Jarlaxle."

"Tell me again Drizzt,
why have you decided to take me to this city?" Nieanna asked. Her
and Drizzt was camped for the night, the winter air as chill as ever.
He was taking Nieanna to go see the city of Silverymoon and to meet
Lady Alustriel. Drizzt had'nt taken a trip to Silverymoon ever since
Nieanna was welcome into the Halls, nad decided that it was about
time that he took one. But this time, he brought one of his newest
companions. He asked Catti-brie and Regis about the little trip.
Regis said it was a wonderful idea, but Catti-brie seemed leary about
only taking Nieanna and no one else. She said that Nieanna was not
telling them the whole truth.The drow had no idea why Catti-brie
would think such a thing, he just shrugged it off.

And, well, they found
themselves camping on their day out, with only another day's walk
ahead of them.

"Well, I want you to meet
a friend of mine," Drizzt said. "And I want you to view
Silverymoon for yourself."

The sun was just then
setting, the horizons lit up beautifully with orange, red, and pink
colors. Drizzt was taking his pack off and putting it on the ground,
at the corner of his eye he could see Nieanna staring into the
sunset. This time of the day never ceased to amaze Nieanna; if she
had stayed in the Underdark, she would have never seen anything like
this. She got up from the log by the fire to get a better view of it.
Drizzt watched her, abruptly getting up to join her.

"You look as if you have
never witnessed a sunset before."

"Everytime I see it, it
is like the first time that I have," Nieanna said. "Did you feel
the same when you traveled to the surface?"

Drizzt ran his fingers
through his thick mane of hair. "Yes, sunrise and sunset was always
beautiful to me." He looked up then tugged at her sleeve. "Here,
let us get a better view."

He hoped onto the branch
closest to himand held out his hand to her. "Care to do a bit of
clmbing?"

Nieanna smirked and took
his hand. He helped her onto the branch and the drow climbed up the
tree. Nieanna and Drizzt had a spectacular view of the sky. The wind
blew through their hair, sending goosebumps down Nieanna's arms and
spine. They watched as the sun ducked lower and lower into the
horizon, and they stayed up there until the stars came out.

"Wow, I could'nt think
of-!" Drizzt covered her mouth before she could finish. He
whispered into her ear to be quiet and turned and looked down at
their campsite and the seven orcs that was ransacking it. Nieanna
nodded and started to use the drow sign lanuage to speak.

I will conjure up a
couple of spells to ge rid of them, distract them,
she signaled to him. Drizzt nodded and unsheathed his scimitars. He
lightly jumped to the ground and ran in closer, hiding in shadows a
another tree. Nieanna closed her eyes and started to mutter a spell.

The
orcs were oblivious to the drow just above, and the drow right behind
them. Three were going through a bag of the provisions and the other
four were taking guard around the perimeter. He waited for the orc
not a few feet from him to turn and walk towards the other three,
demanding his share of the loot. Drizzt took that chance and lept up
and severed the orc's throat. He made a gurgling noise and fell; his
companions looked back to what was the problem, but they were too
late. Drizzt ran up to them both and jumped, kicking one in the side
of the head and the other parrying a swing of its mighty axe.
He saw the open spot and found the weak spot in the orc's armor and
got it across the ribs and slashed him right across the eye's,
blinding him.

The orc, whom Drizzt
kicked, shook his head and got up, it's club raised to strike the
drow. But a magic bolt went straight through his throat and
disapeared as it struck the ground. He fell over dead. Drizzt heard
another orc cry out in pain behind him as another orc feel to the
ground. He saw Nieanna, her hands glowing a bright yellow, her lips
still moving to the spell. She raised her hand and several bolts flew
from her palm and to the orc near Drizzt. One grazed his shoulder,
right through the armor. He howled in pain and clutched the wound.
Drizzt struck him down immediately and turned to block another
attack. Nieanna's magic bolts struck another two in the chest. The
other two looked at each and ran, dropping both of their weapons to
the ground.

Drizzt sheathed his
scimitars. "Well, that was an annoying disturbance."

"Tell me about it."
Nieanna waved her hands and the spell ended. Then she clutched her
shoulder as the blinded orc slashed through it with his blunt axe.
Drizzt unsheathed his scimitars, but Nieanna beat him to the doomed
orc. She lept, taking her hidden dagger from her boot, and slid the
blade cleanly in the orcs neck.

Drizzt ran up to her when
she stood, holding her badly injured arm. "My fault, I should have
known that he was sneaking up behind me."

"Shh. Don't worry about
it. We have to get this wound closed before you bleed to death."

"It's that bad?"

Drizzt nodded. He led her
over to a log and sat her down, and started to wrok on her arm. The
loss of that much blood was finally starting to get to her,and she
felt light headed. She tried to hide the fact that her head was
spinning.

"Hold on, I'm almost
done."

Nieanna nodded, but that
action made her feel worse and she fell over; unconscious.

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